Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/?, Abaddon/?
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery, Lemon, Character Death
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Tilting his head, War asked sincerely. "Does it bother you too much? I realised that our customs must be alien to you." He wondered if the scholar would flee after seeing all of this.
One of the servant brought plates with food and gracefully laid them in front of the company.
"Bother might be too big a word." Azrael blinked a few times, chuckling lightly. "Besides, it is hardly my place to judge another's culture." Though this would make Abaddon's ploy to have him seduce War into a better deal somewhat more awkward...
Fury snorted lightly. "You're probably the first." She reached for the meat, offering a piece to Abaddon.
Blinking Abaddon accepted the meat and thanked the female. He quickly glanced around if there were any other certain customs in consuming the food. After War offered a piece to Azrael, he then dipped it in one of the sauces. Death however, directly ate it. Abaddon decided then to just eat it plain first and then later try out the dippings.
Azrael meanwhile silently lamented his wide sleeves. This was gonna be a mess. He daintily bit down on the meat, deciding he'd strip a couple layers after he finished it.
"Is there any other things you are curious about, Azrael?"
"Not that I can think of them at the moment." The scholar meeped softly, just barely catching the juices of the meat he was eating before they dripped down onto his robes. "What about you?"
"How's Heaven like?" War looked how Azrael was struggling to keep his robe clean. He pick up a cloth that was normally used for drying your hands after cleaning it with water, but he figured that the Scholar need rather now then later. The Nephilim offered it to the Mystic.
"Thank you." Azrael accepted it. "I guess I am overdressed after all." He chuckled lightly. "If you will excuse me for a few moments, but I think I need to go shed some layers." He put the meat back on the plate, cleaning his hands and rising to return to his and Abaddon's tent, leaving said Abaddon with the three Nephilim.
Well, this is awkward. Abaddon wasn't never the most of social of people. "Shall I try to explain how Heaven's like?"
After a confirmation, Abaddon explained about the First Kingdom, without delving their potential weaknesses.
"So you need to fly everywhere?" War could barely imagen the scale of all it was described to him.
"It is certainly far faster than walking." Azrael rejoined them, now only in leggings and a tunic – an outfit almost indecent by Angelic standards. "Are you boggling our hosts, Abaddon?"
"Yup." Fury answered in the General's stead.
Abaddon chuckled low. "Tried not to, but then I do not have your skill in describing." He handily plucked another piece of meat and dipped in a sauce. "Should try this one, Azrael. It's very good."
"The cooks will be please to hear you are enjoying our food."
War looked in admiration at Azrael's appearance. The clothing really showed the scholar's features. Remembering Death's warning and knowing angels aren't that open, War evaded his eyes.
"That is why I normally do the talking." Azrael chuckled, retaking his place and meat. "Mayhap you can at some point visit us." He added in an aside to the Nephilim.
"I'm not sure I'd want that." Fury made a face briefly.
"Afraid of falling off the Isles, sister?" War smirked at Fury. "And here I thought you loved heights."
"I'd be more afraid that you break one of the bridges and fall forever." Fury countered sharply. "Angels seem to flimsy to have something that could support YOU."
"Children, please behave." Death said in a mocking voice. "You both are suppose to be adults."
"It seems that runs in the family." Azrael chuckled why gesturing to Strife, who was certainly enjoying himself. "So aside from this, what else starts a party among the Nephilim?"
"Strife is a bit of an odd one out of the family and as for reasons for a feast," War looked far in a distance, vaguely noticing Strife giving another Nephilim a playful smack of the ass. "After a fruitful hunt or conquest, and the day when we get our Adult names."
That caught Abaddon's attention again. "Aren't you named at birth?"
"No, we have to earn our names."
"How, if I may ask?" Azrael leaned over lightly, his scholarly curiosity piqued. "Is it related to the name itself?"
"Nah, the name is related to our characters." Fury shrugged lightly. "Though I think Death was a bit drunk or something when picking mine."
Both male Nephilim stared back at Fury. "Fury, everytime anyone dared to imply that you were weak because of your gender, you would throw a hissyfit and beat the offender up. After awhile, the healers only need to hear 'It was Death's secondraised' to know what had happened." War pointed out, carefully.
"Not to mention everytime there was a thunderstorm, you would..."
"Would what?" Azrael chuckled. "And dare I ask why someone would get the name 'War' then?" He could imagine why Death was named 'Death' at least.
"I'd climb up trees." Fury rolled her eyes. "Death always got heart-attacks for some reason?"
"You always yelled you don't want to come down." Death grumbled, remembering all too well how he had to climb after her, while worrying that the lightning would strike the tree. "And War got in his name, because he is a battle-thirsty youngster."
"I'd only challenged people to a duel!"
Death looked deadpan at his youngest sibling.
"Well, I guess Fury was giving into her 'angelic roots', if I may call them that." Azrael stated to a snort of said Fury. "And isn't the rumour that you got the job after you accidentally killed Absalom in a duel?" He pointed out to War. "Perhaps you should consider your challenges a bit at times?"
War muttered that Absalom didn't really left him a choice.
